oh, King of the Land of Tuesday
oh, Emperor of Everlands
(far beyond the light of stars)
the deep abyss of
your eyes
flips my heart directly out of
it's tiny pocket
flinging it higher than
steel and glass castles rise
craving
your warm palm
finger kissing finger before embracing
savoring
the spiciness of you
needing
a perpetual drink of you
that swirls and spins me
backways sidewards
only
breathlessness remains
your secret smile
leaves behind
the reflections of a wish
another rendezvous
in the wonderplace
on the other side of sleep
No comments:
Post a Comment